|the heart of the Father...|
Let me tell you something, if you don't already know it - that old man is crazy. I mean a stark raving lunatic, no doubt about it. He wants me to learn all about his god and follow all his lame teaching and obey what he tells me, and, well, you get the idea. If he thinks I'm going to sit around and let my bones decay on the ole' homestead, he had better get a grip. The sooner I escape this lunatic farm, the better off I'll be. Yea, yea, I know, I'm supposed to wait until he's dead to get the goods. He's such a soft touch, I know exactly how to play him. After all, I'm the youngest - kinda the apple of his eye, if you know what I mean! I know just the words to use and just the tone, just the youthful, innocent pretense he always falls for. He doesn't have a clue!
Well, it was just like I said it would be. The guy's a sucker, that's for sure. I played the game, pretty much told him I wanted the cash, like NOW, and boom, just like that, he gave it to me. Big brother isn't too happy and the whole town is laughing at Pops, but, who cares - I got what I wanted and that's all that matters. I'm out of here now. Who needs this place, the ole' man, or the god they worship. Good riddance, is all I can say.
I wanted to break loose, to get as far away from this nightmare as I could. I mean all the restrictions they put on me - it was as if I was some kind of fool who couldn't run my own life! This new place is the best thing that ever happened to me. I have friends that really care about me. They invite me to all the parties, they drink with me, they drug with me, they sleep with me - they love me! It's so great being free to be me! I always dreamed life could be like this! It's what I was made for! That's right - God made me to be the way I am, so, I'm not apologizing to anybody. This is the real me. You don't like it, blame God. He made me this way.
Oh, man, I'm out of cash! I told some of my buddies and I haven't seen any of them in weeks. It's as if they were just hanging around me for what they could get... I was hoping some of them would pay me back for all the times I coughed up for the bill on the drinks and the chow. Man, I'm in shock. I thought they were my friends. I mean I can't even afford a place to stay now. I'm living on the street. It isn't even safe out here. This place is downright dangerous...